The tracker blinked in my hand like a heartbeat. Weak, intermittent, but alive. And it wasn't just any signal—it was her.
Victor's voice came through my earpiece, calm but tense. "Ethan… It's active. The second device. She had it on her. Somehow, it's… on her."
I froze mid-step, staring at the street beneath the early morning haze. On her? How had she managed that? Every scenario I ran through hit a wall. She had been kidnapped, yet she had a device hidden on her body—a fail-safe, a breadcrumb only I could follow.
"She's thinking ahead," I muttered, more to myself than to Victor. "She always is."
Victor's tone was quiet but precise. "We're locking onto the signal now. Be ready. It's moving, but slowly. Something's containing it."
I clenched my jaw. Mira was always precise. She didn't just hide things randomly—she calculated. She anticipated. And now I had to follow the map she built… on her own body, in real-time, through a trap I didn't even fully understand yet.
